She smiled and placed a hand on my leftthigh. I jumped just slightly, hoping her hand would not drift. "Younervous lover?" she asked. I was absolut...ly terrified at that moment,suddenly very VERY aware of having no dick between my legs. She strokedmy inner thigh gently and my body responded in kind. I could feel as Imoved my legs, the juice slipping between my folds, causing littletingles of pleasure through my being. My cavity yearning to be stuffed,stretched, filled.She looked me. I continued, "In a week or so, I assume that the police in New York will start frantically looking for this female swell who came to their city and disappeared. I assume your husband won't feel too bad eventually, with all the young bitches around who would just love to service a rich plant owner." I could almost hear her trying to tell herself that this was just a game, but all the while trying to hold down the terror that I might be serious. I swatted her lightly on the back, and butt, and. The floor’s only other room appears to be the main bedroom. The results are the same, however. There isn’t anything the woman brought home from work, so unless she did something significant at her job, then she was attacked randomly. There isn’t even a sign the woman had a significant other. To enforce that last theory, Farai finds a series of vibrators and dildos, all lined up nicely, in the woman’s nightstand drawer.Farai reaches in and scoops up one of the vibrators. It isn’t anything. There is something else that they leave, however, that I cannot tell my husband about.Knowing that steady jobs are prized, the management of the hotel makes demands on the more attractive female employees. My sisters have told me that they were required to pull up their saris so that male bosses could satisfy their lust. My manager is reasonably attractive and there are several other employees so it was not too bad that he would use my yoni once a week. He only lasted a few minutes so, even.